Remnants — Episode 4

Charlie pumped the accelerator one last time. The engine coughed, caught, died.

Damn. The gas tank was bone dry.

He’d meant to fill up last night before heading for home after services. Then the comet arrived and all hell bust loose.

He’d been the only one to leave the church, the sole survivor. That had to be a sign.

He let the Chevy coast to a stop in the road.

Close. Right on their tail, he could feel it. The elopers couldn’t be far ahead.

He’d have to hoof it until he found another ride. But he’d catch up, and when he did…

Charlie smiled, considered the possibilities, and wiped his lips. Yes, they’d pay. He’d make damn sure of it. Even Jesus would agree with that.

Kyra would come back where she belonged, tail tucked meekly between her legs. Some chastisement might be in order, but she’d eventually see the error of her sweet little ways.

That demon Bobby Kent now, he was a whole ‘nother story.

Stealing a man’s wife just couldn’t be allowed to happen, not without a generous ration of retribution. The Holy Hand of God would smite the sinner low.

Charlie grinned. Yes, his would be the Hands of the Lord.